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Getting sexy: Obsession / Getting Some / Getting Even

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2019
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“How you doing?” she asks, and I have to say, she’s never sounded happier. “God, you look amazing. You said you were gonna look hot, but I didn’t know this hot. Whoo!”

“Thanks. You look pretty hot yourself. That’s the Kate Spade?”

“Mmm-hmm. Classic but sexy.”

“That it is.” I suddenly realize that I’ve totally ignored Glenn. I turn to him and take one of his hands into both of mine. “Glenn, hello. It’s been a long time.”

“That it has. It’s good to see you.”

“Good to see you, too. I hear I’ll be seeing more of you.”

“A lot more,” Glenn agrees. Then he lifts Lishelle’s left hand to show off a brilliant three-diamond ring.

“Whoa.” My mouth hanging open, I reach for Lishelle’s hand. “I know you said it was serious, but—”

“He proposed this afternoon.”

“Lishelle!” Wow, she wasn’t kidding when she said that Glenn had finally gotten his act together. “Congratulations!” I give her another hug, then hug Glenn, as well.

I whip around when I feel hands circle my waist. Adam is looking toward Glenn, waiting for an introduction.

“I don’t think you’ve ever met Glenn, have you, Adam?”

“I haven’t.”

“Adam, this is Glenn Baxter. Lishelle’s fiancé. Glenn, this is my fiancé, Adam Hart.”

The two men shake hands.

“How are you, Adam?” Lishelle asks.

“Couldn’t be better.”

“Glenn and I just got engaged,” Lishelle gushes. “Should I tell them about the house in Duluth?”

“What house in Duluth?” I ask.

“Well…” Glenn shrugs.

“I shouldn’t say anything, because I don’t know if we’ll even get it, but Glenn took me to this fabulous house in Duluth, and that’s where he proposed. It was so romantic.”

I can’t help being skeptical. “Didn’t you just reconnect, like, last weekend?”

Glenn holds Lishelle close. “It’s been in the making for over ten years.”

“Congratulations,” Adam tells them. “That’s great news.”

“Thanks.”

“What do you do, Glenn?” Adam asks.

“I’m a pilot.”

“Ah. Which airline?”

“All-American Air.”

Adam nods politely, but I know what he’s thinking. He’s thinking the airline isn’t big enough and prestigious enough.

“Now you’ll be able to fly anywhere in the country,” I tell Lishelle, hoping Glenn won’t pick up on any of Adam’s snootiness. Really, I love him, but I hate how elitist he can be sometimes.

“That’s just one of the perks I’m looking forward to.” Lishelle separates herself from Glenn to link arms with me. “Where’s Annelise?”

“I haven’t seen her yet.”

“Then we should find her,” Lishelle suggests. She turns to Glenn and offers him her free hand. He gazes deeply into her eyes as he takes it, like a man hopelessly in love.

“I’m going to circulate.” Adam gives me a soft peck on the cheek.

“Oh, all right.” I’m a little disappointed, even though I know Adam’s going to want to make the rounds, thank people for coming out to support the event. “I’ll see you later.”

I force a smile as I turn to Lishelle and Glenn. “Come on. Let’s go find Annelise.”

When I spot Annelise, she’s grabbing a champagne flute off of a sterling-silver tray. No sooner has she taken the drink than she downs it—every last drop.

Something’s wrong.

As I get a little closer, I see that her eyes are red-rimmed. She’s been crying.

Annelise’s eyes light up as she sees us. Releasing Charles’s arm, she floats toward me. We air-kiss, and then she does the same with Lishelle. “Glenn.” Annelise takes his hands in hers. “How nice to see you again!”

She’s a little too bubbly—like she’s had too much to drink.

“We’re engaged!” Lishelle flashes the ring.

“What? That’s so great.” When the tears flow from Annelise’s eyes, I know they’re not for Lishelle and Glenn. I wonder if Lishelle knows that, too.

Saying, “Excuse me,” I link arms with Annelise and pull her aside to a spot where there aren’t many people milling around. “Okay, Annie. What’s going on?”

“I’m so happy for Lishelle—aren’t you?”

“That has nothing to do with why you’re crying. And how much have you had to drink?”

“Just one, I think. Maybe two.”

“Stop lying. You can hardly stand straight. What’s going on?”

Annelise starts to cry discreetly. I take her hand and cross the floor to the bathroom, which is thankfully not more than a hundred yards away.
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